After a long day of general physical ill-being, I went home last night, watched tv, asked myself why I'd watched tv, edited my book a bit, and read Harlot's Ghost until I fell asleep. I talked to Sara, and she'll be home by Friday. Thank God, because I'm really starting to miss her. I think her absence, compounded with a day's worth of exhaustion and irrational, amorphous fears about something I couldn't, and still can't, pin down, was what made yesterday so draining.

Thankfully, today looks to be superior to its predecessor.